Saturday, December 13, 2008

Response to Fleet Foxes "He Doesn't Know Why"

HerStory is also accepting responses to any and everything: products, movies, songs. Here is an example of what we will publish in our journal.

Some little music connects me with theWild girlThat I’ve put to sleepUnder layers of listsMakes me put the beadsBack in my hair that I cut outAnd I find the grass that I usedTo whistle in the mid afternoonSunAnd with every hitOf my hip I come backAnd with ever sway of my legsI fall flatAt the feet of my old oak treeSimply because she wants meAnd I have nothing better to doBut count her leaves.